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Shhhh!  I hope they remember to moderate their voices as they whisper their sweet nothings.  No sense in the rest of the room hearing it too.


Let's remember to keep our voices down, gentlemen.  As I spent about 90 minutes in the dentist chair today enduring a deep cleaning, I was reminded of this particular important point.

The hygienist who did the cleaning was very capable, thorough, and meticulous.  Friendly enough as well.  But good god was she loud!  And in close quarters.  While my own ears are still ringing, I wonder whether she is slightly hard of hearing herself, fairly young age notwithstanding, or simply spends most of her off hours with a group of friends in bars or clubs with filled with thumping house music.  
 
Presumably in the age of loud public cell phone conversations almost everywhere one might go, very few even think of moderating their voices when having what are personal conversations after all.  But then almost nothing is kept private anymore, so why should I be surprised?
 
I suggest, at the risk of coming across as hopelessly old and out of touch, that lowing your voice, and making a habit of speaking more quietly in general, is another vital social skill that more of us need to cultivate in 2021.  Let's try, if we can bring ourselves to do so for just a few moments, to avoid coming across as socially awkward rubes.  
 
Polish and sophistication, eh?  Sigh.  I can still hear my late mother's own lowered voice from my boyhood, "For Heaven's sake honey!  Keep your voice down!"
 
-- Heinz-Ulrich  

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  1. AnonymousJuly 15, 2021 at 7:03 PM

    Mothers who told their kids not to slouch, not to pick their nose, not to examine ear wax, not to talk with food in their mouth, and not to engage in other forms of unsavory behavior such as belching or passing wind in public seem to have become an extinct species.

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  2. WSTKS-FM WorldwideJuly 16, 2021 at 4:36 AM

    Sadly, I agree. It seems like most parents now don't bother. Being their children's best "buddy" has somehow become more important during the last 40 odd years. With predictable results.

    Best Regards,

    H-U

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